Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.